the ginger bread house

Finishing this house required staying up late into the night covered in sticky icing glue.  You better like it.  

No match for me

I'm starting to see a startling trend in my match.com connections. I'm getting a lot of winks/emails from people with head lines like... Looking for my hippie chick, Gr8ful_dead, or my favorite dreads_man. Is there something wrong with my profile? I am not a hippie. First off I have an aversion to pot and all other illegal substances like you wouldn't believe. Yes, I would turn in my own mother if I caught her smoking pot. I do shower. In fact I love to shower and be clean. I don't wear patchwork clothing and I am not going to live with you on a "clothing optional" organic farm (that's just gross).

My half day

A gingerbread house half made. A tree half strung with lights. A pile of laundry half done and tomorrow I work all day, so it's going to sit until Wednesday. So much for my day off.

The tree angel

"Look mommy, she loves me. Can we snuggle her tonight?"
"No sweetie, we can't. She's not for snuggling."
"Yes she is, mommy. She told me so! Banjo heard her too."

How exactly do I win an argument against Annie and the dog?

The Purchase

So I bought a pair of boots. It was not a snap decision or impulse purchase, but it was my first big purchase on me in a long time. I not only agonized, but I more or less tortured myself over it. At one point I had myself convinced that buying these boots would surely mean Annie and I would find ourselves homeless and on the street. Not sure how I got to that thought, but it was there.
After obsessing this long over one pair of boots (8 months to be exact), I'm sure they aren't going to fix my life, but I do love them.

latest nap excuse

"Mommy, I was sleeping and a serious noise woke me up."

The uneaten breakfast

Today was one of those days I would rather have slept through. Annie woke up more or less a mess. I'm pretty sure the tears actually started before her eyes were open, but I can't prove it. I thought perhaps if I made her both of her favorite morning foods for breakfast it would cheer her up. Oops. It somehow manages to make her even more upset, which only made me mad, because no one's making me breakfast every morning, and setting it before me as I relax on the sofa wrapped in warm Blankets.
The morning ended with me giving in. I called work and let them know I wouldn't be able to make it and spent the day with Annie. I foolishly thought that my staying home from work to spend the entire day with her would make her happy. Oops again. The whole day was a mix of tears and screams, and I'm pretty sure I'll wake up with a couple bruises I didn't had before.

"Annie don't play with mommy's new cards."
"GRRRRRRRRR......" is her reply as she dumps them on the ground and then stomps on them.